Carry On, Warrior: Thoughts on Life Unarmed

If you run away from the crucifixion, you just might miss the resurrection.

Maya Angelou says. “I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.”

life is much too important to be taken seriously

I mostly love writing. It serves me, heals me, and satisfies the creative cat constantly clawing at my insides, trying to get out

So when it comes to how my kids are doing at school, I don’t worry about academics. I worry about social things. I worry about their time at lunch, at recess, and on the bus. Mostly children learn to read and add and sit still eventually. But not everybody learns that he and others deserve to be treated with respect. Not everybody learns that he is OKAY and loved and precious and that it’s all right to feel hurt and all right to hurt others, as long as he apologizes and tries to fix what he broke. Not everybody learns that different is beautiful. And not everybody learns to stand up for himself and others, even when it’s scary. Eight is young to navigate a big social sea all by oneself. Thirty-six feels too young sometimes.

I told him that I never gave Bubba and Tisha a chance to help me, because I kept my worries in my heart. And by keeping my worries secret, they became problems.

Brave is not something you should wait to feel. Brave is a decision.

I consider vacuuming to be something that show-offy people do. And also people who are not quite as deep and sentimental as I am.

I went to pee, unrolled some toilet paper, and little sticky notes fell out of the roll, “Happy birthday baby!”
Teamwork. Love takes teamwork, I think.

I said to myself, “Self, this too, shall pass.”